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Dear Delilah,
I heard your illness is getting worse. Knowing my brave little girl, you'll be soldiering through it like nobody's business - but daddy knows when you're lying in your letters. No matter how much you tell me you're getting better, I will always worry about you.
I wish I was there with you, cupcake. You have no idea how badly I wish I was by your side, reading these with you. But the cyclone isn't showing any signs of slowing down, and this is the best I can give you. The words you love so much, the stories I used to tell you to help you fall asleep and some new ones, too.
All here to make you smile. To give you strength through the hard times, to make you smile and giggle. In a world where all you can see is despair - where all many people can see is despair - maybe these stories can offer you some comfort.
Keep being strong, cupcake. If anyone can beat cancer, it's you.
I miss you.
Love,
Daddy.